Lyrics:
the path that I wander
I curse your prophets, these proclaimers of hope
my mind is set, I am finally free
I shun this mortal coil and choose the way
You go, girls
We are the muses
Goddesses of the arts
And proclaimers of heroes
Heroes like Hercules
Honey, you mean Hunkules
I'd like to make
yourself and I'll ask why
Lay the blame on me
Bossanova bandits, thieves and self-proclaimers
Are leading a life of crime, designed to entertain us
Ooh, we are the muses
Goddesses of the arts
And proclaimers of heroes
Heroes like Hercules
Honey, you mean Hunk-ules!
Woohoo, I'd like
Delusive proclaimers
Chosen by the book to rule
Given the power to heal
Twisted, so hard to give up
So easy to fall in
A part of you is always
Going
the anti-christ
The proclaimer of rebellion
The fear of man is the cowardly spirit
Thanks to your stupid and religion
Supreme Evil Force
Macabre and wild is my
And the one these self proclaimers fear
Watching things unfold like an employee in reverse that fold clothes
These rappers here like a recession
They
And the weather's changing its pace
Leave me alone, bow down to my throne
Mr self proclaimer
One of Aesop's fables
A pure tyrant, among the giants
At the limit
a proclaimer walk 500 miles
I don't need anyone else no, no
I want you all to myself cause
I found one I love and adore
I feel like I've been here before
When
tribe
And now like The Proclaimers would sing it:
I'm the only gay Eskimo
I'm the only one I know
I'm the only gay Eskimo
In my tribe
Like Bob Dylan!
Sustainer
Convincer
Light of the world
You're my Restorer
Silencer
Stiller of storms
Proclaimer
Father of the fatherless
Husband of the widow
Smith
convention breaker
Made and raised to infuse the game with new flavors
Manifesting the destiny of "2Pac is Dead" proclaimers
[Originally by The Proclaimers]
When I wake up, yeah, you know I'm gonna be...
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you,
And when I go out,
Proclaimers once said they'd walk thousands of miles
Add thousands to thousands like trains outta style
I'm here in my room, thinking of you
I got this, this,
and the Proclaimers
All the other boys are jealous
'Cause I'm making it clear
All the other boys are only one idea
Away from having one idea
A wounded man, a foreign
station’s closed,
I’mma take a taxi,
Or a Lyft or a limo
If i’m feeling classy.
No journey too far
For a Christmas with you.
The Proclaimers walked it,
So I
The blackest storm is upon us
Thunder skies shine bright
Within the mist of our mind
A dead march in a ritual time
Proclaimers of roaring drums
I'm the only one I know (I'm the only one I know)
I'm the only gay Eskimo in my tribe.
Now like the Proclaimers would sing it:
I'm the only gay eskimo;
blind, to not see I'm delirious
Fortunately you are not, a desperate proclaimer
That would be the worst thing on my mind
Woman, woman, woman,
mass of darkness and hate, behold the wrath of the fallen
Once proclaimers of the divine ways
Now ripped to shreds and put in unmarked graves
Their
to the walls of Stortinget
Angered by the weak and ostentatious actions of leaders of our land,
Spitting on the vainglorious pro-claimers of freedom to all
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